13 ~ Steffi

Noah’s seated across the table from me and beside me sits Kennedy, who seems to think what he lacks in personality will be overlooked because of the size of his bank balance. There’s one vacant lot here at Harebrook which he intends to buy. I hope it’s a long way from Cam’s house, or I won’t be visiting too often.

He has bad breath.

A foot rubs over mine and I’m about to stab the point of my stiletto heel into it when I catch Noah winking at me. You, I mouth at him, and he nods back.

Right on cue, at the end of the main course, Simone announces the arrival of her headache, and Robert stands and excuses them. Noah offers to find some medication for her, but she ignores him and clutches her husband’s arm in an attempt to stay steady on her feet. Everyone exhales once they’ve gone and the party livens up somewhat.

The two gay bankers, Angus and Mark, are hilarious, regaling us with mad tales of their attempts to be adventure tourists that always appear to fail. Most trips seem to end with them being helicoptered out to somewhere safe with an excellent hotel and harmless leisure facilities.

“In Queenstown, we’ve decided to stick to winery tours. Angus wants to ski, and I wanted to walk the Routeburn Track, but Cam’s talked us out of it.”

“I think it’s safer for everyone if you just hire a driver and keep within the relative safety of cellar tastings,” Cam says. “Our local SAR group has enough on its plate.”

“SAR?” Mark asks.

“Search and Rescue,” Cam says.

“I bet they’re cute? I wouldn’t mind being rescued by a gruff Kiwi brute,” Angus adds.

I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. When I return to the table I take a vacant seat beside Noah. “I’m ready to go when you are,” I say quietly.

Noah pulls out his phone and sends a text to the cab company.

Cam stands. “If you want to come through to the lounge, we’ll have coffee, port, cognac, or more wine.”

“Thanks, Cam, but Steffi and I are going to head back to town,” Noah says.

“So soon?”

I laugh. Cam survives on a couple of hours sleep and has never quite got his head around the fact that others need more. “I’ve got an early training ride with Terra,” I say. “And you wore me out today.”

“No stamina,” he teases.

Through the window I notice the outside security lights come on.

“There’s our cab,” Noah says.

Cam walks us to the door. “Shall I give Kennedy your number?”

“Maybe not. Perhaps you could drop the matchmaker thing, Cam. Your instincts are a little off.”

“Come on, Steffi. The guy’s loaded, and you’ve been single for how long?”

“Not as long as you, brother. Plus, a fat bank balance doesn’t figure in what I’m looking for in a man.”

“Strange girl,” he says, kissing me on both cheeks. “I’m not sure we’re even related. Perhaps you were swapped at birth.”

“Because our parents didn’t want to risk having a second one like you,” I tease. “Thanks for dinner. It was … interesting.”

“Yeah, thanks, Cam,” Noah says. “That’s a mixed bag of investors you’ve got. Let’s catch up over the weekend.”

“Sounds good,” Cam says. “Have a safe trip back to town and, Noah, keep your hands off my sister.”

“My love life is not your business,” I explain to my brother as I pull the car door closed. I turn to Noah. “I wish he’d stop being so over-protective. He still treats me like a child.”

Noah inclines his body towards me as much as he can within the restraint of the seatbelt. “Did I tell you how hot you look in this dress tonight?” he asks, his finger tracing along the neckline, making me shiver.

I lean close to his ear because everyone knows everyone in this town and I don’t want the cab driver to hear what I’m about to say.

“I believe, Noah, your actual words were: I can’t wait to get you home, tear that sexy dress off you and fuck you senseless.” Then I lick his ear, for emphasis. The harsh breath he sucks in is the perfect response.

“I didn’t think I said that out loud,” he mutters.

“You didn’t have to. Your eyes said it all when you looked at me.”

His hands take my face and he pulls me towards him, kissing me in a way that lets me know I read him right. With his mouth, and his tongue, he tells me that, yes, he does want to fuck me senseless. His hand on my jaw guides my head and his kiss softens until we’re doing little more than sharing a breath.

It’s unbearably sexy, the way he turned the kiss from hard and demanding to something almost delicate. I slip my hand to the bulge in his crotch, palming it, getting to feel it for the first time.

He covers my hand with his and holds it there. “Fuck, Steffi, you make me crazy.”

“You owe me a bunch of orgasms,” I tease.

He puts his finger over my lips and tips his head in the direction of the taxi driver.

For the rest of the drive home he touches little places on me that are like switches, bringing my body to life. The insides of my wrists, the place behind my ear that is so sensitive, the lightest stroke turns into a tingling race along my nerves that ends at my clit. By the time the cab pulls into the driveway, I’m struggling to breathe quietly.

Noah drops a wad of notes into the driver’s hand and tells him to keep the change. He helps me from the vehicle and we’re at my door before the cab’s left the property. The vehicle lights sweep in an arc across us as it turns onto the road and crawls down the steep hill back to town.

Noah takes the keys from my hand and opens the door, tugging me into my apartment with him. He kicks the door closed, passing me my keys. I’m several steps across the room when I realize he’s not following. Turning, I see him leaning against the door.

I’ve never seen eyes so raw with lust. Never seen so much energy contained in one body. He unclenches a fist to rub his hand across his mouth, eyes tracking me even though my only movement is the rise and fall of my chest when I breathe.

“We don’t have to do this, Steffi.”

“Like hell we don’t.”

“I’m glad you agree. But this is really fucking unwise. I should never have touched you the other night.”

“But, I’m so pleased you did.”

“So am I. And we can leave it there, and I can walk out this door.”

“Can you?” I ask.

He watches me for several long beats, then nods his head. “Yes, I can. For you. To not fuck up your life, I can walk out the door. Do I want to? Not now. Not in the moment. But if we take this next step, I don’t intend to have any regrets, no matter how it turns out.”

“Neither do I,” I say. I get that he’s holding back for some honorable reason, so I decide to give him permission, to let him know I’m so onboard with this. I reach for the hem of my dress and pull it up, over my head. By the time I have it free, he’s in front of me, taking it from my hand. He walks over to a chair and hangs the dress over the back, then comes back, circling me like a predator.

“Fuck, I’m glad I had no idea what you were wearing under that dress. The heels were bad enough, but, hell, Steffi, a garter? Stockings? That bra?”

I laugh. “So you approve?”

“Only if nobody else has seen you dressed like this.”

“I bought it today on my way back to the office. That’s why I was late, and flustered.”

“I’m fucking close to flustered myself right now. Walk to the bedroom.”

I turn and start walking, adding some extra sway to my hips, knowing that he’s watching my ass and, hopefully, loving what he sees. When I reach the bedroom he tells me to walk to the bed and turn around.

“You are amazing,” he says, thumbing my nipples over the lace of my bra. The texture of the lace feels amazing. He reaches behind me, flicking the clasp open and removes the bra. His mouth covers my nipple and my hands go to his head, holding him to me as he sucks one nipple, then the other.

I reach between his legs but he tilts away from me. “Just enjoy this for a moment,” he says. “I want to finish where we left off the other night when I was called away.”

He crouches, his mouth covering my pussy over the silk of my panties. I feel his hot breath, and the sharpness of his teeth as he nips me gently. His tongue rubs back and forth, dragging the silk over my clit. I could come like this.

“Your panties are wet,” he says, dragging them down, over my stockings and shoes. “Lie back on the bed.” He lifts up my legs, pressing them back towards me with his body, as he drags a finger through the slick wetness in my cleft. Our eyes meet, and he smiles. “I’d love to watch you play with this pussy, but I’m greedy, and hungry, so we’ll do that some other time. Were you this wet last night when you touched yourself?”

“Yeah, I was.”

“Good.” A finger slips inside me. “And did you buy that lingerie today, intending to seduce me with it?”

I nod. “Once I tried it on I was pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

“Nice work.”

He drags his finger out and comes back at me with two. “Oh, hell,” I say. “That feels amazing.”

“Hold your legs open for me.” He takes my hands behind my thighs and shows me how he wants them. I’m open, exposed, and his mouth is kissing between my thighs, licking, sucking, sharp little bites. I try to angle my hips at him. I want his mouth on my pussy, but he pushes my hips down and works on the other thigh. Shivers ripple through my body as he works his way up, then, finally, I feel the long strokes of his tongue.

Noah’s fingers work inside me, and when his mouth takes my clit, a gunshot of pleasure fires through me. I shout his name, and he shifts one hand up to cover one of mine. Our fingers entwine at the back of my thigh as he continues sucking and fucking me with his fingers.

I’ve been ready for this since I stood in front of the mirror in the little boutique lingerie shop in town this afternoon. “Please, Noah,” I beg.

I don’t want to be teased, because I want to feel his cock inside me. He sucks harder, rapid flicks of my clit with his tongue. My thighs tense as the pressure builds rapidly inside me.

He squeezes my fingers until they ache. There’ll be marks on my thighs from our hands. I’m so close that all it takes is his fingers curling inside me and the dam breaks. I call out his name as a hard, fast orgasm rips through me. It’s over as fast as it began and Noah stands, lowering my legs to the bed.

“You’re getting good at this,” he says, grinning.

“Practice makes perfect. And that was pretty damn close to perfect.”

He shakes his head. “It gets even better. I promise.” He crouches at my feet and unbuckles my shoes, putting them to one side. “I love these, but I fear you could do some wicked damage to me with them hooked around my waist.” Then he undoes the garter straps and slowly rolls my stockings down to remove them. Off the back of an orgasm, his tending to me like this is immensely erotic, and by the time I’m completely naked, I’ve recovered.

“Let’s take something from last night’s script. Get on your hands and knees, and face me.”

I roll over, turn around, and crawl across the bed to him. When I stop, he slowly undresses. With his shirt finally open I eye each ab as it’s revealed. His casualness as he undoes his belt belies the straining bulge in his pants. My breathing is fast already and I lick my lips, waiting for his cock. He steps out of his pants and briefs, and straightens in front of me.

His cock is perfect. Long, thick, curved up to his belly, and just as I imagined, the head of it glistens. He strokes it, and I swallow.

“Can I taste you?” I ask.

Following the script of my text last night he steps toward me, takes the back of my head in his hand and tilts my face up to him. Our eyes meet. The burning lust is still there. “Of course,” he says, holding me steady as he rubs the head across my lips. I put out my tongue and lick him. He shudders.

I know I have no hope of taking all of him in my mouth, but I open anyway, sliding my lips over the fat head of his cock, tasting the salty musky precum. I close my lips over him and trace all around the head with my tongue. His hand on the back of my head tightens, and he pushes further into my mouth. I breathe through my nose and do my best to relax. Although my jaw aches, I love the taste of him, love feeling the desperate tightening of his hand as he fights to stay in control.

“Steffi…your mouth. It’s so hot.”

I make a sound of approval and take him deeper. Noah curses and pulls out. He tips my head back again and wipes my eyes. “Your mouth is fantastic, but I’m barely controlling myself here. I need to fuck you, Steffi. Do you have condoms?”

“In the drawer.”

I watch him roll one on, my pussy thick with need.

He crawls up the bed and takes my hands above my head. “What’s your favorite position?” he asks.

“I don’t have one.”

His mouth quirks in a little smile. “Good. We’ll have to do a lot of fucking then to find it. Open your legs and bend your knees.”

I pull them up as far as I can, and Noah lowers himself over me. Eye to eye, so close that our noses almost touch, he enters me. I’m soaked from my orgasm, but he’s big, and it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex. He takes it slow, but it’s still devastating. His cock touches the end of me and Noah squeezes his eyes shut, then opens them again.

“You’re amazing. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, I’m full. You’re right. It’s amazing.”

He draws out, pushes in again, rocks his hips, and repeats the movement. It’s slow, and my body’s gone from shock to awe.

“Is that good for you?” he asks, doing it again.

“I feel every inch, and it’s so intense, I think I’m going to come again.”

“That’s good, but not yet. Let’s do this nice and slow.”

His mouth covers mine and we kiss, and suck each other’s tongues. He breaks away, kissing the corners of my mouth, my eyes, dragging his lips across my cheek and down my neck. All the time he keeps the same rhythm of out, in, rock, out again. Each time it takes me one tiny notch closer to coming.

He’s murmuring words as he continues to kiss my face. “Let me be yours,” he says, “let me take care of you.”

“Yes,” I say. “I want to be yours, too.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says, increasing his pace. “I want to come, but not until you do. Tell me how close you are?”

He’s holding himself deep inside me and I rub my clit against him. He draws out, and plunges back into me and I push my hips forward to meet him.

“This is mine,” he groans.

My legs tremble around him. Inside me shivers, I’m that close. His hand snakes between us, his thumb finding my clit. He circles and presses and that does it. My back arches as the huge ball that’s been growing inside me expands and bursts. Coming over his cock is an entirely new and astounding sensation. I can feel every wave of my orgasm, every ripple and clench of my muscles. Noah pulls out and plunges into me one more time. His body goes rigid as all of his energy flows through his pulsing cock. He says my name, over and over, then finally, collapses over me when he’s done.